The Tragicall Death of Sophonisba Written by David Mvrray |
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[My griefes increase still vrg'd me to impart]
My griefes increase still vrg'd me to impart,My soules felt-paine vnto my fairest faire,
And that she might b'acquainted with my care:
I choos'd my tongue the agent for my heart,
Which being well instructed as I thought,
In all the passions which oppresse a minde,
And being glad to shew how I was pin'd:
With swift wing'd hast I Cælias presence sought:
But I no sooner had attain'd her sight,
When loe my tongue betra'd me to her eyes,
And dastard-like into my throat straight flies,
Leauing me cleane confounded with his flight.
Beat backe with sighes, yet it return'd againe,
But spake of pleasure when it should of paine.
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